When I was a young boy,
my father took me into the city,
To see a marching band,
He say somewhen u grow up,
Would you be,
The saviour of the broken,
The beaten and the damn,
He say will you defeat them,
You demons and all the non-believers,
The pledge that they have make,
Because one day i'll leave you,
A fair term,
To lead you into the summer,
To join the black parade...
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